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Smoked Out

I come to you for guidance
I come to you for help
You just see a bright idea
To benefit yourself
You know that there's no risk
Nothing you should dread
On to your deception
This view of wool delights my head

Finally I realize what you're all about
Time to pull out all the stops

Don't make me spell it on
All I know is what I'd do
If I was in your shoes
Nothing close to what you've done
Nothing close to what you do

Tell me that I'm failing
Hold me under thumb
Pay off my emotions made
Blind deaf dumb